Grunge's blood red eyes examined the land before blinking harshly due to the sunlight. Sure it was winter, but it was morning and the sun was shining rather brightly today. It was kind of ironic how weather could be so contradictory. With a sigh he continued to trek along the cold grounds in search of at least one of the two things he'd set out to look for. Shelter and water. He was a lone wolf by nature, but somehow he'd come across a young abandoned pup as he wandered the lands and more or less took it upon himself to raise the pup until adulthood, to, well... Insure its survival. One thing he didn't expect though, was the varg tagging along with him even though it had reached adulthood. Being alone was so much easier, and convenient.
With a quiet sigh he turned his head around to make sure his companion was keeping up with the brisk pace he'd set for them. Water was a must, and they'd definitely need shelter to survive the winter nights. Before long, their plain, dry terrain turned into a foresty terrain, complete with foliage all about and birds singing above. In a forest like this there was always a small stream about and he was determined to find it wherever it may be.
After padding a couple minutes more his ears pricked forward as he heard the faint sound of water. For them to be able to hear it definitely meant that the water had to be close by. Increasing his pace he trotted quickly for the stream and stopped by the very edge to look behind him, in wait of Risk. The water could wait a moment for him to confirm that the other varg hadn't had trouble keeping up with him and hadn't managed to get himself lost.
Risk padded briskly after Grunge, trying to stay behind him. The smaller varg's pelt was a lot thinner than the other's so the cold affected him a lot more than it ever would Grunge. He knew that Grunge must've not been that fond of his company now that he had grown to adulthood, but he couldn't help but desire to stay with the other varg. He'd raised him after all, and Risk looked up to him like a brother-figure, and that, was why he wouldn't leave unless Grunge actually demanded that he leaved. That was how determined he was to stay around.
Distracted with the thoughts in his head Grunge nearly tripped over the root of a tree of the forest they were now in. The calls and songs of the birds above was rather refreshing to him, and being the kind to like to stop and sniff the roses, he'd wanted to take a break then and there. However, knowing Grunge's nature he continued padding on after him without complaint. Even if they weren't going to rest now the soft grassy terrain still felt better on the paws than the hard and dry terrain they'd just crossed.
His eyes widened slightly as Grunge increased his pace, he for one had definitely not expected this, and he was already tired from their long trek so hopefully they'd find water or shelter or something soon. It soon became evident that there was water nearby, and as if the thought of water was enough to erase his exhaustion he padded after Grunge quickly and before he knew it they'd stumbled upon a small stream. Quickly, he padded over to the water's edge and sat himself down, but not without a small yip of joy. As soon as it was out however, he slapped a paw over his mouth and looked at Grunge apologetically immediately. One of the most crucial of things that the older varg had taught him about was never to let other putnar know of their location with unnecessary loud noises.
